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She tries to cover her breasts for a moment, eyes hesitant, unsure. I watch her swallow, then kiss her neck while trying so damn hard to control myself. “Tell me what you want.”

“I’m not good at dirty talk.”

I kiss her shoulder. “You’re better than you think.”

She shivers and slowly lets her arms fall from her chest. I drag my mouth across the top of her cleavage. “You’re beautiful, Sky, every inch of you. Soft, and warm, and so fucking tempting.”

Groaning, she tugs at my shirt and pulls it off to touch my chest, giving me a view that threatens to take my breath away. Her cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes hazy and hungry, and her tits are fucking perfect. A little bigger than my hand, round and perky, nipples hard and begging for attention.

My muscles tighten under her hands as she strokes my abdomen. I make myself take a breath and press my forehead to hers. I want to tear the rest of her clothes off and show her how much fun we could be having, but control. Restraint. I might need divine intervention.

“Talk to me. Tell me what I’m allowed to do.”

Chapter 22

Sky

I was so sure after the night at the bar. I was sure I was ready to give him everything, to let him have my virginity, to offer it to him on a silver fucking platter, and now I’m all nervous and shaky and embarrassed. Is he going to notice that red little cut from thorns I got yesterday? Is he going to hate how I look? Worse – is he going to be entirely unimpressed?

“Sky,” he pants again, his whole body tensed and ready to pounce. “I’m not doing a fucking thing until you give me the okay.”

“Why?”

He kisses me hungrily, but he’s careful, keeping his hands on the bed, not on me. I shiver and lift myself, kissing him harder. When he draws back, he kisses across my jaw. “Because I want to know that you are as hot for me as I am for you.”

I shiver, expecting another kiss, but his hand ghosts up my side, and his lips brush my ear. “That you want me as much as I want you. That you’re eager to tear my clothes off. That you want my touch more than anything. That you’re burning for me and me alone.”

Moaning, I slide my hands over his ass and grind myself against him. “I am. Touch me. Anywhere skin is showing, touch me.”

“Good girl.”

“And kiss me.” I bite down his throat, trying to remember to kiss, too. “Please, Ash.”

He still takes his time, licking and brushing his lips across my throat until my skin is so sensitive that even the A/C makes me tremble. My back arches, rubbing my nipples against his chest and igniting another ripple of pleasure across my body.

“Please!”

Ash chuckles and licks over the top curve of my breast. “Are you begging me, Sky?”

“Yes.” I hook a leg around him.

He dips his head further down; the scruff of his light beard brushes my sensitive skin as he licks across my nipple. I squirm, wanting more. Ineedmore. Ash wraps one arm around my back, holding me up so he can wrap his mouth around my nipple and torture me with his tongue. That’s what it is too, absolute torture.

“More,” I beg.

He groans and switches to the other breast, licking and biting until he gives that nipple the same treatment. But it’s not enough. I guide his hand between my legs and push on his fingers, so I grind against him just like I need.

I know I’m soaking wet, uncomfortably wet, and I need something to fix that. I need him. Ash rubs against me slowly, his fingers teasing through two layers of fabric, which is nowhere near enough.

“What do you want?” I ask breathlessly.

“You, Sky,” he groans, kissing me hard and hungry.

I take the opportunity and drag my bottoms down. Once the fabric is bunched around my knees, I realize I’m naked or basically naked. Fear pricks my mind, but I keep trying to kick out of my tangled mess of clothes.

Ash reaches down, untangles me, and tosses my clothes to the side without breaking our steamy make-out session. He strokes between my legs and moans, nipping my chin. “You’re so wet, baby.”

Nodding, I tug at his belt. He doesn’t stop me this time. Doesn’t stop me as I struggle with his button or zipper. He just keeps teasing me with that single finger, circling over my clit, stroking down to my entrance, then back up.

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